أَتانا فَلَم نَشعُر بِهِ غَيرَ أَنَّهُ

لَهُ لِحيَةٌ طالَت عَلى حُمُقِ القَلبِ

He came to us without us sensing him, save that

He has a beard hanging down to the shallows of the heart

كَرايَةِ بَيطارٍ بِأَعلى حَدِيدَةٍ

إِذا نُصِبَت لَم تَكسِبِ الحَمدَ بِالنَصبِ

Like a flag atop a pole without merit in its hoisting

He came to us out of need, begging from village to village

أَتانا عَلى سَغبٍ يَعَرِّضُ بِالقِرى

وَهَل فَوقَ قُرصٍ مِن قِرى صاحِبِ السَغبِ

Is there anything above the bread of the beggar from the villages